Gabriel's Light (Doms of Chicago) (18 page)

She
hissed as his free hand played with her nipple through her bra, his fingers
tugging on the peak until it was hard and begging for his mouth, or anything
else he might want to use to tease her. “You can’t know that…”

He
tugged her earlobe into his mouth. “You think I’m stupid then? Or perhaps too
selfish to notice how you live to experience different textures and
sensations?” He gently cupped her mound, his thumb abandoned the most sensitive
spot on her body. “How you touch everything you come across, whether it’s the
water in my fountain, or the way you touch Sophie. You’re a slave to your need
to feel.” He rocked against her. “And I want to be the man to make you feel; to
tease your body with ice, with hot wax, and even feathers.” His fingers spread
her fold open as one rimmed her opening. “To watch you react to every brush of
one of my ostrich feathers against your skin, or to rub a sliver of ice over
your aching nipples while I slip
BenWa
balls inside
of your aching little pussy.”

She
arched against him, his words fueling her imagination. Ossie had never brought
toys to bed with her pleasure in mind. It had always been about him. The idea
this man, who had only known her little over a year, was so in tune with her
sent her need to come even higher. She wanted what his words were promising.

“Please.”
She squirmed helpless in his arms, as his fingers circled her opening, assuming
like Ossie he’d make her beg until she was sobbing. Instead he surprised her.

“I
will.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck, before jerking her bottoms
and panties down with a rough shove. “Kick them off.”

Eagerly
she obeyed, her body needing his fingers. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good
girl.” He licked her neck, before hooking her leg over his hip. “Keep it there.
No matter what I do. Do you understand me?”

She
nodded and cried out as his hand found her folds once again, this time his fingers
thrusting deep while his thumb found her clit and pressed. Biting her lip, she
fought to hold in her cry of pleasure, her body already preparing itself for
him. All he had to was shove down his bottoms and cant his hips forward and
he’d be in her deep.

“Please….please…”
She whispered repeatedly, as she rode his fingers - her pleasure just out of
reach.

“Shhh.”
He soothed holding her tightly with his free arm. “I won’t leave you hanging, I
promise.”

“Gabriel,”
she sobbed as his fingers withdrew from her sheath to press gently against her
rosette. “
Ahhhh
….” she bucked uncontrollably as he
just barely breached her tight entrance, the slight pain sending her over the
edge. Her body convulsed with untold pleasure, as he held her with ease while
she rode out the storm in his arms, his fingers never leaving her and forcing
her to continue to ripple around his invading digits. When it finally was over,
she slumped back onto his chest, her eyelids growing heavy as he whispered
soothing words in her ear about how he was going to treasure her and give her
everything she needed; how when she was ready, she was going to be his.

Chapter Eighteen

Stretching across the table
for the glass jar of real maple syrup just out of her reach, Zhenya tried to
ignore the look Gabriel gave her over the top of the newspaper he was reading.
It was just before noon, Sophie was napping and she was sitting inside of
Gabriel
Poulanos
’s
condo, eating one of the best brunches she’d ever tasted with a
man she’d woken up wrapped around.
And
other than a brief kiss on the forehead, he rolled out of bed as if his ass was
on fire.
Lifting out of her seat, she finally snagged the handle of the
jar.

“You
know you could’ve asked me to pass it to you,
louloúdi mou.”
He closed the paper, folded it and set it to the
side of his plate. “I’d have been more than happy to help you.” His voice was
cool, giving nothing away. She wondered if he regretted his actions in the
middle of the night.

She
shrugged her shoulders. “You were reading the paper and I didn’t want to bother
you…”

He
sighed. “I’m not him, Zhenya.” He drummed his fingers on the table. “I was
hoping to give you time to settle in before we had to go into this, but
obviously there are issues I need to address now.”

Her
heart sped up, uncertainty and need filling her. The tone of his voice was very
reminiscent of how he’d whispered in her ear, before making her come apart in
his arms. “Issues?”

He
nodded. “Yes. You’re worse than a scared mouse in a house full of cats.”

She
shifted in her seat. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do or not do, Gabriel.
This is your home and I’m assuming it was hers as well. It’s hard to not feel a
bit like an interloper.”

His
lips narrowed. “You’re not an interloper. You’re a woman who not only needs my
protection, you’re also a submissive that I happen to find extremely
attractive.” He took a sip of his orange juice. “So that means we need to go
over the rules and expectations I’ll have while you’re here.”

Time
seemed to stop as she stared at Gabriel in shock. This wasn’t the same man
she’d dealt with last night or even the same man who’d delivered Sophie. No,
she was no longer dealing with Gabriel Poulanos, the man - she was dealing with
Master Gabriel, the Dom.
 
It sent a rush
of lust surging through her so strong she was surprised she didn’t come right
on the spot. “Rules?” She licked her lips.

Tossing
his napkin on his empty plate, he set it to the side and braced himself on his
elbows. “Yes. Even if you’re not my submissive…yet… there are always rules when
you are staying in someone else’s home. Wouldn’t you agree?”

She
nodded, her eyes darting down and to the left as she slowly slipped into the
submissive role she played for Ossie. She’d heard this speech more than once,
how even as his wife, she was still nothing more than a treasured guest in his
home - how she had to abide by his rules or find herself out on the street. She
hated to think Gabriel was like Ossie, but with Sebastene after Sophie, she
couldn’t afford to go at this on her own. “Of course. Sophie and I are guests
in your home.”

He
leaned back, a frown crossing his face as if he recognized the sudden shift in
her mood. “Look at me, Zhenya.”

Her
gaze darted up to face. “What?”

He
tugged on his ear so hard she could feel the frustration rolling off him. “I’d
really like to know what’s going on inside that head of yours. You just shut
down. Don’t deny it, I could feel it.”

She
nibbled on her lower lip. “What did you expect? You’re talking about rules
which I have to abide by, or find myself and Sophie out on the street.”

His
jaw clenched. “I don’t know what the hell you’re insinuating, but I’d no sooner
put you on the street than I would my own mother, let alone Sophie. Exactly
what kind of man do you think I am?”

Dread
filled her as she toyed with her napkin. Had she misread the situation? Was he
just wanting to go over some basic rules for how his household ran? The same
way he’d told her the playroom was off limits the night before, and how she was
sleeping in his room, in his bed for her own protection? She shifted uneasily
and finally forced the words past the obstruction in her throat. “I…my husband
had rules.”

Gabriel
frowned. “Ones that he enforced with threats of abandonment?”

She
shrugged. “It wasn’t abandonment. Just if I didn’t behave as he expected in his
home, I couldn’t stay there. If I didn’t obey in every aspect, he said he’d
treat me like any other sub he’d ever had and rent me by the hour as one would
with a whore. I had to earn my right to be his wife.”

“What
the fuck kind of man did you marry… and why the hell would you let him treat
you like that?”

A
bitter smile crossed her face. “Because I was a foolish girl who was swept off
her feet at the tender age of nineteen. One who had just begun to explore her
sexuality, and didn’t wholly understand the difference between submitting and
being treated like a doormat. One that was so overwhelmed by the newness of
submitting she didn’t ask the right questions.” She tossed the napkin aside and
finally looked up at him. “And the funny thing is, my husband didn’t make me
feel a tenth of what you did last night. So forgive me if I keep waiting for
the other shoe to drop and find myself and my daughter out on the street.”

“Well,
it’s not going to happen. I’ll paddle your bottom sooner than I’d toss you out
on the street, Zhenya.” He drummed his fingers on the table once more. “But
somehow I don’t think it will honestly come down to that. You don’t strike me
as a stupid woman. And my rules are mostly common sense. For instance, the first
rule - if you need help, ask. Don’t try to take it on by yourself, you could
end up getting hurt.” He held up his hand to tick off each rule. “That’s rule
one, rule two: you’re to stay in the apartment unless accompanied by me, Jude,
or one of Jude’s operatives. You will also sleep in my bed. What are the first
two rules?”

She
licked her lips before answering. “If I need help, ask. Stay inside unless
escorted, and I share your bed at night.”

He
nodded. “Good. Number three - I don’t ever want to hear you belittle yourself.
You are a beautiful submissive - not a doormat.
 
If I catch you reverting to old habits, I will most definitely punish
you the way I did before until you’ll wish I paddled you instead.”

She
rubbed her damp palms as what he was inferring sank in. “Number three, no
belittling myself.”

“Right.”
Satisfaction seemed to ooze from him. “Number four?” He ticked it off with his
finger. “If you need pleasure, you will come to me.” He took a deep breath and
as he exhaled, she could’ve sworn she heard him growl.

“What?”
Shock flowed through her. “What do you mean…”

He
placed his hand over hers. “There will be no masturbation in my home - at least
not on your part.” He closed his eyes briefly, before opening them once more.
“I…I can’t handle seeing your hands on your body or hearing you come without
wanting to be the one pleasuring you. Consider it a quirk of mine. I’m a Dom
and as such it’s ingrained in me to see to my submissive’s pleasure.” His brow
furrowed. “If I catch you, you’ll wish I hadn’t.”

She
squeaked. Her mind whirled at the possible consequences. “I will?”

He
lifted her hand to his mouth before turning it over to place a kiss against her
inner wrist, keeping his eyes on hers the entire time. “Because I’ll prove to
you I can make you come harder than you ever could by yourself, and I won’t
stop until you can’t lift your head from all the orgasms I’ll wring out of
you.”

Sitting
with him holding her hand, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to smack him because
of his egotistical attitude or whimper because she knew his confidence wasn’t
misplaced. She remembered all too well how he could coax every ounce of ecstasy
out of her traitorous body. But wasn’t giving control of all her orgasms to him
something only a submissive or slave did?
 
“I…but won’t you think I’m offering to be your submissive if I ask you
to pleasure me?”

His
eyes darkened as his lips parted. She didn’t need the flush across his cheeks
to tell he was aroused. “No. That will only occur if you break my last rule.”

She
tried to tamp down her body’s response to his. “Your last rule?”

“Yes,
I warned you last night about it. It’s the one rule I will not budge on.” He
tipped her chin up. “Look at me. Whether you believe it or not, I’m ready to
move on. It’s been almost two years since I lost her, and I want you like hell
on fire, but I won’t rush you. Just remember all bets are off if you break my
last rule. You step inside my playroom and I’ll be so deep inside you, you
won’t be able to get me out. And that’s after I’ve readied your body with my
toys, my mouth, fingers, and tongue.”

Her
breathing was raspy. She wanted to jump up and run to his playroom just so she
could experience what he promised, but as Sophie cried out from Gabriel’s room,
she pulled her hand free of his. “The playroom is off limits unless I’m ready
to be your submissive. I got it.” She scurried down the hall. Whether it was to
keep from telling him where to shove his rules… or jumping him, she wasn’t
sure.”

* * * *

Sitting at the table, his body tight with
pent up desire, and his cock laying hard against his thigh, Gabriel was ready
to follow her, toss her on his bed and fuck her until he no longer ached every
time he looked at her. His release earlier in the shower had been explosive but
hollow at the same time. But his solitary pleasure was a necessary evil if he
was going to keep his word to her. After she
’d
fallen asleep in his arms once more, he’d held her through what had remained of
the night, ignoring how his dick had protested. He’d simply enjoyed not only
the feel of a woman in his arms once again, but had relished the fact it had
been Zhenya - even if it had driven him nearly insane with lust.

“Fuck.”
Cupping his head in his hands, he tried to get his body under control. It cared
less that Zhenya was taking her first baby steps back into the lifestyle, and
was expecting him to be a Dom worth the title. No his body wanted her, her
cries of pleasure, her submission, in fact everything that made up
Zhena
Addi
, and it could care
less about what his head was trying to do. All he could remember was how it
felt to have her come apart in his arms again. The hint of breast milk against
his tongue when he tasted her. The pebbled hardness of her nipples in the faint
light of his room as she’d rocked against him. Her muffled cries as she tried
to stay silent so she wouldn’t wake Sophie. It made him want to take her to his
playroom, which he soundproofed years ago, and work her over until she was
screaming his name. But until she decided to make the choice, he couldn’t force
her.

A
knock on his door, had him rising stiffly from the table and walking to the
condo’s entrance. A quick glimpse through the peephole assured him it was a
friend, not foe who’d darkened his doorstep. Or at least he thought the
diminutive brunette standing in the hall was still a friend. Unlocking the two
deadbolts plus chain, he tugged the door open.

“Olivia?”

She
turned around, her hand toying with her ever-present crop - a sure sign she
wasn’t as calm, cool, and collected as she appeared. “Jude sent me over.”

He
crossed his arms over his chest. “Still hiding behind him? If you’re
gonna
chew my ass, get it over with…and preferably before
Zhenya comes back.”

Her
eyes narrowed. “You should be thanking him, instead of antagonizing me. I
could’ve easily revoked your membership for your stunt at the club. If it had
been any other member, I probably would’ve have, but I’ve known you for too
long to kick you to the curb just because you’re struggling with coming back to
the land of the living.”

He
gritted his teeth. “Get to the point. If you’re not here to take my membership,
then why the hell did you show up?”

“To
check on Zhenya and Sophie, for one.” She leaned over and tugged a black
plastic sack from the other side of the door. “And for two? To bring you this.
I wasn’t sure what you had for supplies. Consider it a peace offering.” She
handed him the bag with a familiar but discrete logo for the high-end adult
shop where Olivia shopped exclusively. Peeking inside the bag, his breath
hissed out as he saw the familiar erotically shaped bottles. Lotions, oils and
lubricant, along with several slim tapered candles filled the bag. Reaching in,
he tugged out the closest bottle, expecting to see his Sara’s favored vanilla
oil, but was very relieved to see it wasn’t.

“
Aphrodisian
Fire Body Oil?” He unscrewed the lid, curious.
As he inhaled the blend of sandalwood, roses and something that smelled like a
definite hint of ginger, he stilled. Dabbing just a bit on the inside of his
wrist, he hissed as it warmed and began burning faintly. It wasn’t a painful
burn but one he’d relate more to erotic pain - the kind he enjoyed giving to
his sub. He groaned softly as he imagined rubbing this oil into Zhenya’s skin
while she was blindfolded on his bondage bed.